I had been waiting for him all day. Bringing myself to the edge, desperately wanting to let go, but knowing that it wouldn't be enough.
As I heard his keys in the door, I rushed to meet him.
That morning he had left sharply dressed in his deep blue suit, but I knew that he would have been to the gym on his way home. As he swept through the door, the first handful of clothing that made its' way into my fist did not include a tie; it was the soft worn cotton of my favorite t-shirt. And as I pulled him to me, my naked body pressing up against his, he grinned and whispered "So, did you miss me?"
He smelled faintly of after-shave, and his hair was still damp.
"I have been waiting all day..." I replied as my hands made fast work of his jeans. He never wore underwear after gym days; I loved that about him.
"Oh god... Baby, we can't, we're going to be late..."
"We have time, we don't have to be there for another 45 minutes..."
As I pulled his hand to meet me, I could hear the groan building deep in his throat. I was wet, waiting, pushing him to the bedroom with a single goal in mind. I whispered my desires into his ear; I wanted him deep in me, buried, pounding, and throbbing. I needed him.